אין גירסה קלה
הצג גם אקורדים
| Intro: |
| I believe that you heard your master sing |
| When I was sick in bed |
| I suppose that he told you everything |
| That I keep locked away in my head |
| Your master took you travelling |
| Well at least that's what you said |
| And now do you come back to bring |
| Your prisoner wine and bread? |
| You met him at some temple |
| Where they take your clothes at the door |
| He was just a numberless man in a chair |
| Who'd just come back from the war |
| And you wrap up his tired face in your hair |
| And he hands you the apple core |
| Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare |
| Of all the kisses |
| we put on some time before |
| And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk |
| With a collar of leather and nails |
| And he never once made you explain or talk |
| About all of the little details |
| Such as who had a word and who had a rock |
| And who had you through the mails |
| Now your love is a secret all over the block |
| And it never stops |
| not even when your master fails |
| And he took you up in his aeroplane |
| Which he flew without any hands |
| And you cruised above the ribbons of rain |
| That drove the crowd from the stands |
| Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane |
| And an ape with angel glands |
| Erased the final wisps of pain |
| With the music of rubber bands |
| And now I hear your master sing |
| You kneel for him to come |
| His body is a golden string |
| That your body is hanging from |
| His body is a golden string |
| My body has grown numb |
| Oh now you hear your master sing |
| Your shirt is all undone |
| And will you kneel beside this bed |
| That we polished so long ago |
| Before your master chose instead |
| To make my bed of snow? |
| Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red |
| And you're speaking far too low |
| No I can't make out what your master said |
| Before he made you go |
| Then I think you're playing far too rough |
| For a lady who's been to the moon |
| I've lain by this window long enough |
| To get used to an empty room |
| And your love is some dust in an old man's cuff |
| Who is tapping his foot to a tune |
| And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much |
| Let's say you came back |
| some time too soon |
| I loved your master perfectly |
| I taught him all that he knew |
| He was starving in some deep mystery |
| Like a man who is sure what is true |
| And I sent you to him with my guarantee |
| I could teach him something new |
| And I taught him how you would long for me |
| No matter what he said, |
| no matter what you'd do |
| Bridge: |
| x4 |
| I believe that you heard your master sing... |
